I'm realizing in parenthood, what used to be annoyances are now crises. For example, when Evie was barely a few weeks old, we had so much ice and snow (1 in) that the city couldn't pick up the trash. Pre-Evie, this would have been an annoyance. Post-Evie, this was a crisis. We had to buy another trash can just for dirty diapers. Another crisis happened tonight: our washer broke. With Evie's laundry in it. Including her bedtime stuffed animal, comfort blanket, sleep sack, and all her footie pjs. Laundry was started with plenty of time for washing, drying, and folding before her bedtime. Imagine my horror when I went to toss the load in the dryer and found everything still sopping wet and soapy. I would go into technical detail, but that would mean I know anything about washers. My diagnosis: broken. I fished everything out, rinsed everything in the tub, and realized that everything was still soapy, and I'm not sure it was very clean. So my loving, amazing, man above all men, husband is now at the laundromat down the street, running everything through a washer. At least our dryer works.
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